From the Mail Online:
Quantum physics proves that there IS an afterlife, claims scientist.
Robert Lanza claims the theory of biocentrism says death is an illusion.
He said life creates the universe, and not the other way round.
This means space and time don’t exist in the linear fashion we think it does.
He uses the famous double-split experiment to illustrate his point.
And if space and time aren’t linear, then death can’t exist in ‘any real sense’ either.
I only direct your attention to it because I reached the same conclusion about 35 years ago, based on pretty much the same evidence.
The article, predictably, tells us this is just science. But it’s more than that. If the precondition for matter is consciousness, then you do the math.
But that’s been the dirty secret of quantum physics since the early 1900s. It doesn’t make sense without consciousness.
I’d quote from the article, but why bother? The ones who are dumber than high school physics will scoff. The ones who are smarter than God will scoff harder.
Besides, the article requires thinking about. Who needs that? It’s also not especially well written. Because journalists don’t understand anything about physics. Aw shucks.
Let me boil it down this far for you. In quantum land, time, location, and distance don’t really seem to exist. Which means the universe is governed by laws we used to call magical and unscientific. Everything happens at once and in the same place, which is actually everywhere and all at once. Giving rise to the possibility there’s no before or after, no here, no there, only a unity that gives the illusion of being separated, dispersed, and causal or sequential.
The implications for religion are, of course, profound. The illusion of cause is a universal classroom. But the death of death is an inevitable by-product of seeing the classroom for what it is.
Talk if you want. Proclaim your atheism, which is so much more satisfying. Or remember Christ and think again about his defeat of death. Or forget all of it and think about living life as a plucked moment of an eternally present singing string in which it’s all here all the time and you’re choosing, just like the photon who is both point and wave, to be both point and wave, pierced by the present point and swept up in the wave of time from where you think you were to where you think you’ll go.